《trust is venom》rebel angel
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“What do you mean you lost his trace?”
“Well… he isn’t appearing in the world map anymore….”
“DO you mean he died?!”
“No… He just…. Disappeared. His soul didn’t come to us….”
The angel looked at the map world and frowned.
“What about the angel that looked after him?”
“….”
“So?”
“He didn’t has one….”
“I hope you’re kidding?”
“No, a high god came and told us to let this human without angel.”
The angel frowned even more and pinched his nose.
“So, you’re telling me you let the champion GOD choose without help or anything?”
“It was a high god…”
“And you didn’t report it to me?”
“He told us to keep it secret.”
“FOOL. This human was the purest hearted man we ever found. Do you know how hard it is to found one? We had to wait for millennia to found him! Show me what happened to him after you left him alone. NOW!”
“Yes sir.”
A window of mana appeared in front of the angel and began to play kanan life. At first everything went according to the plan but at his seventh birthday, the worst happened. The angel could barely look at the scene displayed in front of him. It was gore and violent. This young kid, for eight years got tortured daily. The angel destroyed the mana screen and look at the minor angel in front of him. His gentle face was now a big frown and rage could be seen in his eyes.
“Who gave you the order?”
“But..”
“WHO?!”
“High god zeus…”
He stormed out of the flying castle to the mount of god and went in the crystal fortress.
“God, an emergen….”
“I know.”
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“What?”
“I know.”
“You let your champion suffer while knowing????”
“It was a test. He failed.”
“You let him suffer for eight years, alone to test him?!”
“Yes.”
“…Are you senile?”
“Mind your language angel. You do not need to understand our way.”
“FUCK YOU! I renounce your shitty rule I leave this damned place you fool.”
“Lucifer! How dare you!”
The gods stood up but the pressure Lucifer used made them sit back again. Only GOD seemed unaffected.
“I see.”
“I will kill you all, false god. You’re just overpowered bastard playing with mortal to pass your time. You do not merit the mantle of responsibility.”
Lucifer stomped on the flood and left. In front of the fortress, angles were waiting. They were separated in two groups. One with black clothes, the warrior angels and one with white clothes, the protector angel
“What is the meaning of this?”
The leader of the faction dressed in black came to him.
“We heard you senior angel. We wish to come with you. Those old gods made us do unspeakable thing on their name and we can’t continue like that.”
The angel in white came to them.
“We also wish to come with you senior angel. The gods made us unable to help the humans. We can’t just look at them suffer because of the gods stupidity.”
Lucifer didn’t know so much angel shared his disgust of the gods.
“Very well.”
On this simple world, the angels left, leaving behind them angered gods.
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